( 🎨 : Linek0 @ twt )

Another warning from Prowl, and this time, it came with a threat. If Wheeljack kept blowing himself up with his experiments, Prowl swore he’d kick both your precious afts off your lab, even though you weren't directly involved. But being Wheeljack’s lab partner meant you were also responsible.

“No, okay, listen! I might... MIGHT... just have this brilliant idea. You gotta hear me out on this one!” Wheeljack pleaded, looking at you like a hurt cybertronian hound

"Wheeljack, the last time I heard about one of your ‘brilliant ideas,’ Prowl banned you from the lab for two days. And I was stuck cleaning up your mess alone.” Your engines rumbled unpleasantly at the memory.

“Alright, yeah, no need to bring that back. But the bright side is if we use it on the Decepticons, they’ll have a hard time cleaning up! It just proves how useful it is!” Wheeljack beamed, trying to justify himself. You gave him a deadpan stare, letting out a sigh. “Mhm. I believe you,” you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, if you believe me, then allow me to introduce you to my newest idea! You’re going to love it. See this tiny item?” He held up a small device. “These are mini bombs. When they hit the ground, the pressure sets them off, and boom! They explode. But not just any explosion—flashbang too! Perfect for raiding a Decepticon base!” His pride was obvious as he showed off his latest invention.

“I’m... not entirely sure about the formula I used, it's a work in progress, but I feel like it’s right! I just need to pour thi—” Before he could finish his sentence, your vision went white. You couldn’t see a thing. And before you could react, a servo yanked you away just as an explosion roared in your audials. When your optics finally cleared, you blinked at the sight before you—it was a mess.

Wheeljack stood there, rubbing the back of his helm sheepishly. “Well... hehe... certainly worth the try,” he chuckled.

you're both fragged.